From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Rarely, Warner Records, not for profit, released a special edition vinyl record of "Midsummer Midnight", a limited edition to give back to its fans.

Ten thousand vinyl records, labeled from number one to ten thousand, each album is a unique existence.

Moreover, Warner Records priced it at thirty US dollars—$29.99, which is considered conscientious, and this move won unanimous praise from the fan base.

It is conceivable that the release of this vinyl record will inevitably cause a sensation.

Because it is a limited edition, even the band members themselves cannot own it—

No exceptions.

Rumor has it that the black market price of this vinyl record has soared to $7,000 in less than two weeks, but it is still unavailable.

No wonder Anson was so surprised when he saw this vinyl record in the crowd.

"Thirty minutes?" Anson couldn't believe it, with surprise in his eyes, "… …Why?"

Archie looked at Anson's sign language and couldn't help but smile.

Anson was particularly serious, "You should know that there are no special tracks in it, just the album tracks re-recorded into different formats, right?"

In Anson's view, vinyl records are no different from tapes and CDs, just different carriers of the same album, and there is really no need to treat them specially.

Archie looked at the band members in front of him, each curiously and excitedly looking at the vinyl record that belonged to them, the happiness in their eyes and cheeks conveying warmth, and his mood also soared.

"Collectible value." Archie gestured with both hands, "This is a limited edition."

Anson looked serious, "The so-called limited edition is just a gimmick used by record companies to make money, you shouldn't be easily fooled."

Haha, hahaha.

Archie smiled silently, "It's not expensive, only thirty dollars. The record company didn't rip us off."

Anson nodded lightly, but his expression was still slightly reluctant.

Archie understood that Anson's attitude had never changed—

Music is about music, it shouldn't become more complicated.

From the release of the album to the band's European street tour, to the music itself, everything is like this.

Can anyone imagine?

The album "Midsummer Midnight" did not have any music videos shot for any of the songs, no different versions of the album, no special distribution and promotion, no autograph sessions, nothing, everything was simple and pure, even a little crude.

But it is precisely such an album, which can be bought at Walmart for $9.99, that has sold five million copies like crazy in North America.

"Thank you." Archie gestured.

Finally, he finally said it.

Anson didn't understand, "For what?"

"Music." Archie gestured again, "Thank you for still believing in music and believing in dreams, no one in this commodity society is willing to believe anymore."

"Thank you for still being willing to make a sound, using melody to dispel the darkness. My world is quiet and silent, I need some noise to awaken the vitality of life, I am very happy that I can still hear your music."

"I once hoped that I would disappear, if I didn't exist, I wouldn't hinder others; if I didn't exist, I wouldn't become a burden to others."

"But now, I hope to continue to exist, I hope that my existence can become the power for others to continue to fight and continue to believe in dreams."

"Just like you."

"So, thank you."

Archie thought he would be nervous—in fact, he was indeed extremely nervous; but the bustling thoughts in his mind were conveyed in this way, without any obstacles, which made Archie feel happy.

Oh yeah!

Archie clenched his fist and cheered for himself.

Not only Anson, but Miles and the others also noticed this scene in front of them, and the other audiences around were no exception.

The Staples Center was still noisy and lively, and the continuous cheers and shouts poured down like a torrential rain, and the red carpet was burning.

However, a corner of the red carpet was slightly quieter, and pairs of eyes were watching Anson and Archie.

"Maybe, standing on the earth, what we see is just a little faint light, but after traveling hundreds of thousands of light-years, they are actually shining in their own world, they are also the brightest existence in their own world."

"Do you believe it? You are just as bright."

Anson's sign language movements were not fast, because he was not sure how to express the difference between Chinese and English sign language movements; and the things he did in the school for the deaf and dumb in his previous life were already very, very distant, and his memory was vague.

Back then, because of his father's scandal, he was kicked out of the TV station, suffered cyber violence, and was discredited. No job was willing to accept him at all.

In the end, it was a school for the deaf and dumb that gave him a job as a cleaner.

People always treat these people differently because of "disability" and "obstacles"; but in fact, they are also ordinary people, just like other ordinary people.

Some people are physically sound, but it does not mean that their minds are sound enough; some people are physically disabled, but it does not mean that other parts of them are also disabled.

That experience was an important turning point for Anson to regain his strength and find hope.

At this time, Anson looked at Archie in front of him.

He had to gesture.

"So, thank you, thank you for liking our music."

And also.

Anson stretched out his right hand, looked into Archie's eyes, and said word by word with his mouth.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Anson."

Archie looked at Anson in front of him, a warm current surged in his chest, and unexpectedly, his vision blurred, but he did not wipe the tears from his eyes, and a smile bloomed in the glistening tears, and he also said silently word by word with his mouth.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Archie."

However, this was still not the end. Anson turned around and introduced each of the band members, ensuring that Miles and the others could meet this little friend in front of them.

Archie's heart was beating wildly in his chest, unable to describe his excitement and joy at all. He tried to say something, but because he was too excited to express himself clearly, Anson raised his hand to signal Archie to calm down and express himself slowly.

Archie took a deep breath.

"Excuse me, can… …can you sign my vinyl record?"

Anson laughed happily, "Of course, do you have a pen?"

One question stumped Archie, he touched his pocket, his expression froze.

Obviously, Archie had no experience and had no idea how to chase stars. He was not prepared at all.

Now, watching the August 31st band members so close at hand, he was stuck in embarrassment because of a carbon pen.

What should I do now?

Anson looked up to the side, "Excuse me, does anyone have a carbon pen with them?"

In the crowd, an arm was raised high, "Me!"